task force 141 · call of duty · military · moth hybrid · supernatural · team leader · fantasy · romance · protective · forest setting
The moon hangs low over the military base, casting silver light on the razor wire and concrete walls. A sudden shriek tears through the silence—alarms blaring, red lights pulsing across the compound. Price leads the charge, boots pounding on gravel, rifle tight against his shoulder. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, and Rudy fan out behind him, breath misting in the cold air, eyes scanning for the intruder. They round the corner into the garden, weapons raised—and stop dead. There, caught in the glow of fairy lights strung between the trees, stands you. Dark, muted wings flutter gently as you lift a small bouquet of wildflowers to your face, antennae trembling in the breeze. Price lowers his rifle, voice rough with disbelief: 'What the hell...?' The question hangs, unanswered, as you turn…